It's an advanced happy birthday fic to Hibari. Eh, I wanted to make something a little more special, but I couldn't seem to write a short story about him decently. I might have to make one about Suzuki greeting Hibari again. Lol, did you notice that the word count gets larger as each drabble passes? It might stop at this point and get smaller. I don't know. I can't predict how much words I can write. All I'm sure of is I always go past 300 words. Also, the progress of "Mother Knows Best" has slowed down a bit to make way for "To The Shelter of Magnolias" It's nearly the Fifth of May, if you catch my drift.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kateikyoushi. Amano-sensei does. All I own is some concepts, Suzuki, Sakura, and Raizen. And no, I won't get tired putting the same disclaimer over and over again on all drabbles. Haha.
Word Count: 808
Drabble 4: It is Mother who Bakes your First Cake
It was May 5. She took the cake out of the oven before proceeding to the table where a giddy Sakura sat, spatula in hand and bowl filled with yellow frosting in the other. The spatula had a dollop of frosting, and the moment Suzuki had placed the cake on the table, Sakura more than happily started painting the cake yellow. Suzuki sweat dropped at the sight before taking at the living room. Raizen was lying on the couch with his arms placed protectively over Kyouya, who was lying on his stomach. Apparently, the both of them were peacefully asleep. A smile played on her face before heading back to Sakura. The top of the cake already had icing and Sakura was already working on the sides. The woman took advantage of the situation and started placing the red icing on the top, writing in her elegant Japanese, a simple, three-worded phrase. May 5 was an important date, after all.
Sakura had finished by the time Suzuki was done and was already sticking the chocolate fruits all over it, copying the exact sketch of the cake her mother had made. "Do you think baby brother could eat this?" Sakura asked out of curiosity, sticking a pineapple on the cake. "It looks really good!" She exclaimed with a squeal.
"Kyouya hasn't started teething yet. I don't think he can eat this. Maybe he can, in the next few months once he has started teething." Suzuki replied, now helping Sakura place the chocolate figures on the cake. They were done after a few minutes, and on cue, that's when Raizen yawned rather loudly and had probably placed Kyouya in his arms at that point. In the next moment, he had walked into the kitchen, Kyouya wide awake and glaring at everyone he sees. "He's a grumpy one." Raizen stated with a chuckle. Kyouya hands had griped his father's shirt in bunches, which will eventually cause creases in the fabric shall he tighten his grip.
"Is the cake ready yet?" He asked impatiently. "Dinner's already done and, well, y'know I just want to see him blow off the candle." He stated. Sakura giggled. "How could Kyouya blow the candle off? He's just a baby!" She exclaimed, hopping of her seat to pinch her brother's cheeks. Kyouya had given her a baby grunt of disapproval. "You're so cute!" She said through gritted teeth, tugging at her brother's now red cheeks. Kyouya narrowed his eyes at her before removing his hands from his father's shirt to whack her face with all the force he could muster.
It didn't hurt much; it only felt as if Sakura was getting whacked softly with a hard pillow. Sakura merely laughed it off before bolting back to her chain by the island counter, climbed up her stool and sat there patiently. Her father followed suit, taking a seat on a different stool. He shifted Kyouya in his grasp, making sure he faced the cake. Suzuki had placed a candle on. It was singular. It was alone; a plain blue candle standing around the yellow and the colors of the fruits. She lit the wick up, ruffling Kyouya's hair in the process. "Happy birthday, Kyouya. My little skylark."
They don't sing; they just greet the little boy as he hated unnecessary noise. Raizen tilted Kyouya to the cake, to make him blow. He was confused on what to do, until Sakura started chanting him to blow. He tried to; the flames flickering a little but refusing to face away. His father laughed before pitching and blowing the flames off in one swift motion. "Happy birthday, little Kyouya." He stated with a warm smile on his face as he shifted Kyouya once more. One the grumpy one year old was facing him, he planted a kiss on his cheek and Kyouya cramped his eyes shut, his lips curved into a defined frown. When the man had pulled away, Kyouya puffed his cheeks, which had acquired a rosy tint. He just laughed his son's reaction off and kissed him on his other cheek. "You're too cute." He stated honestly. His attention began to focus on Suzuki as she started cutting the cake. Sakura had removed the candle quickly.
"CAAAAAKKKKEE!" She exclaimed excitedly, grabbing her platter and utensil. "Me first!" Sakura called out, claiming dibs. Suzuki did so, placing the first slice of the small cake on Sakura's plate. "If Kyouya had teeth, I would make him join us eat his birthday cake." She stated. When she glanced at Kyouya, she noted he was staring at something in the living room. When she took a quick glance at whatever it was, she suppressed a smirk.
Kyouya had been staring at the large yellow bird stuffed with a red ribbon tied around it; his parent's gift to him on his first year.
